CHAPTER 35 BIRTHDAY BASH

Jake took a step towards Samantha’s, his face wrapped in a grimace. “Did I say something wrong?” Samantha shook her head, her gaze distant, before she suddenly broke into a small, genuine laugh. "We'd be in over our heads! But it would be amazing." Jake nodded, and then they returned to painting the nursery. After a few hours, they were finally done, and they stood back to admire their handiwork. "It looks great," Samantha said, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I can't wait to start putting the furniture in here." "Me neither, "Jake said, his eyes on the empty crib in the corner. "I can't believe we're going to have a baby there soon." "It's crazy to think about," Samantha said. "But we're ready, right?" "Of course we are, "Jake said, taking her hand. "We're going to be great parents. And we're going to give our child the best life possible." Just then, the doorbell rang, and Jake went to answer it. When he opened the door, he saw his sister standing on the front step. "Camille!